Job of my Dreams

The job of my dreams posted a hiring ad a couple of weeks ago. I stumbled upon it after being contacted by an old coworker on a networking website. I noticed that the ad was posted on my fiance's birthday--July 13, which is coincidental. Or is it?

The position is for a copy editor at a great publishing company. Thirty-hour work weeks, seven-hour days, benefits, and an indoor gym. It's the job of my dreams. I applied immediately and I was lucky enough to receive a call a week later.

Today, with fiance and baby, I went to Indianapolis to take a grammar assessment test. In a week or so I will find out if nearly a week of studying grammar guides and the Chicago Manual of Style paid off.

I feel so much right now, it's difficult to compartmentalize my emotions. Getting this job would mean the end of financial struggles and a new life. While a part of me still rejects the idea of so much changing practically overnight, as we headed north towards home, and Indy shrank in the rear-view mirror, I knew it's what I want.

Someone predicted that college graduates of 2009 would take up to two years to find jobs after college. If I get hired at this company, I will be ahead of the game.

In the meantime, all I can do is wait and apply for other openings.